Quinn and the Boxcar
We’re not much to look at, I know. Getting a bit yellow now, and our pips aren’t so easy to make out. But we’ve stories to tell. Or I have
Call me Quinn. Short for Quincunx, if you must know. I try not to think about it. My partner over there, that’s Boxcar. I’m the garrulous one. Boxcar never did have much to say and since the crack, not a word…
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